He stands by the shore, watching intently, brows knit; the rugged contours of his face caressed by the sun sprawled across the midday sky…and those storytelling eyes – telling a tale of a hard, long, arduous wait… He wears an ancient robe that seems to have been lent to him from the man he used to be in a past century – or centuries, when he first began waiting. His beard is overgrown and hair unkempt – he does not like that, but it has been a long wait, has it not?
He stands by the shore. There are pebbles beneath his feet; the playful waves recede back, dejected, failing in their scheme to surprise him – but he’s been through too many tempest tossed voyages to be surprised by scheming waves anymore. His gaze is dedicated, even as he hears someone call him. He has turned his back to the past; the only thing that connects him to this land are his feet – they’re his roots; and he has his roots everywhere he goes.
He stands by the shore, staunch – just like the weathered rocks that rock the waves crashing in upon them, have stood the test of time. The sleepy sun drapes a cloud over itself, tired of this wait, as a ray or two escape to the cloud’s shame from perforations that precipitation had permeated earlier that morn, as it ushered in a new day…a new decade…a new life?
He stands by the shore. A slight wind begins to ruffle the edge of the robe, that in its turn teases the grains of sand under his feet…it’s time, it says…there’s a windfall coming… He takes a step forward. The waves make way, caught off their guard. The pebbles beneath his feet disperse and dive back into the safe sea, unsettled; and the wind itself rushes to dislodge the powdery cloud, like ivory confetti all over the sky; and break the sun’s reverie, to say ‘Behold, behold the light!’
He stands by the shore, with an expression that was a long time coming – his face radiating in bliss! The waves cleave and make way for the laden vessels, the glorious ships. His eyes moisten, even as he smiles. The sun sparkles feelingly, illuminating the entire expanse of the firmament, while the confetti clouds shower…shower in tears of joy!
© Isha Garg
Doodle by Isha Garg